Le Xiaomi youth sadomasochism collection

Chapter 333 Qingcheng II (100)
Epilogue: Three years (18)
No one can use my space-time tunnel to travel back to the heaven three years ago.

For a whole day, I hid in the inn.

The mountains, rivers, plants, and trees in Phoenix are too lethal to me.

The moment I stood at Hongqiao, in a trance, thousands of people came to meet each other, everyone seemed to be him, smiling him, frowning him, frivolous him, calm him...

So, before I became the out-of-control heroine of the Qiong Yao drama, I hid back in the inn.

At night, when the lights were on, Nian Nian insisted that I take her to set off the river lanterns.Chen Feiyang said, let's go together.

Walking past Tiaoyan in a panic, I suddenly remembered the house that Jiang Han had bought, and I almost forgot its existence.Or, I deliberately forget its existence, afraid of seeing old things and people of old things.

Acacia is always suffering.

After hesitating for a while, I suddenly wanted to take a look. I was afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, but I wanted to see things and think about people.

Accompanying Niannian after setting off the river lanterns, walked through the narrow alleys, that familiar road, he once walked step by step behind my back, he once played the guitar and sang "Cinderella" on the bluestone road... one step at a time I miss you once, but I can't go back.

In front of the familiar door, I froze for a moment.

I thought it was deserted, but I didn't expect that under the lightly closed door, there was a soft and dim light and a faint smell of meat.The crack in the door was like a devil's eye, blinking at me strangely.My heart suddenly became tangled and trembling, but the light of the flame of hope was annihilated in an instant.I looked at the small shop sign in front of the door, and there were two characters written on it - Guiren, like an elegant small courtyard that is neither salty nor salty.

I should have thought the place had been resold by his family.

Yeah, how could it be my imagination?What an unrealistic imagination.No one can use my space-time tunnel to travel back to the heaven three years ago.

I suddenly don't want to see it the way it is now.

(End of this chapter)